Waking beauty

Waking beauty
~
She lays awake counting time
Thoughts soar like birds in the sky
She is free and she is beauty
The fallen rain saves her thirst
Brings to earth a rising bud
The flowers of something sewn
Begin to flower once more
A new beginning arises
She lays awake counting time
Her brown eyes flicker
Wide open to the world
The light breaks through window
Cast across her face
She lays awake counting time
As beautiful as the night
Those tender lips silent
She is as consigned to memory
A waking beauty

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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